#saetan

Curiosity peaked. Characters I portray in RP. 

http://springhole.net/writing_roleplaying_randomators/causeofdeath.htm

Tylore Camden: Cause of death was a peculiar incident involving a Valentine card and a cookie tin.

Maybe she was poisoned on Valentine's Day?

Collin Golden: Cause of death was a peculiar incident involving a bow and a beaded necklace. 

Ooh, Col. Broke up with the wrong girlfriend.

James Potter: Death was caused by blunt force trauma to the spinal column.

BUTBUTBUTBUT YOU'RE MAGIC. YOU CAN'T DIE DURING THE QUIDDITCH MATCH.

Kurt Hummel: Death was caused by an aneurysm.

What. A medical thing. Oh my god. This is making me cry, KUUUURT.

Marilyn Ramsey: Cause of death was a peculiar incident involving a soccer ball and a weathervane.

"No, Finn. Guys can't get-" And.... he threw up once more into the toilet, the cheesecake giving him the toughest release he's ever had in his life, "...oh my god, someone get me moist toilettes. Stat."

"I got Blaine... he's-" Rachel appeared, ushering Finn away and out of his step-brother's room.

"Kurt! What's wrong? What's going on?" 

"...never..." Kurt looked up slowly, eyes wide and glassy into his boyfriend's as his voice squeaked, "...never eat a whole cheesecake in one sitting."

He didn't want Blaine to smell that gross throw-up breath everyone had when they were looking like a miserable mess. He immediately ducked into the toilet, the sour fluid like a volcano while Blaine rubbed his back comfortingly.

"See, what I don't get is why you'd eat a whole cheesecake in the first place." He tried to lighten the mood, "I love Cheesecake almost as much as I love you, but... why, Kurt?"

"I'meatingmyfeelings." Kurt murmured, trying to avoid that thoughtful gaze, trying to balance himself on his own without having to hold the bowl for support.

"What?"

"I'm eating my feelings. I'm stressed out about so many things. All these insecurities and things I desperately want, and it's so hard because I know I can't solve everything overnight." His voice cracked, "I want to go to NYADA, I want Rachel's dreams to come true because she deserves them just as much as I do, and with that- I don't want to leave. I don't want to leave you, so Sebastian can just steal you away with his cheap, greasy McHam-burgalar ways. I'm just so heartbroken..." Tears were slowly running down his face, "So, I turned to comfort food where I could get it. Breadstix had this cheesecake and it was so convenient."

Blaine watched Kurt for a moment, that porcelain face shrouded in deep thought and a new level of disappointment that absolutely destroyed him. He leaned in to kiss his boyfriend's cheek when Kurt shifted away from his slightly puckered lips.

"No- I smell gross."

"I think you smell like roses. Like the ones you gave me that one day before cast list went up." Kiss. "But... you shouldn't worry about any of those things. We can work it out, I know we can. You'll get to that college, and you'll always... ALWAYS, Kurt, have me. But for the next couple weeks, you won't see me that often." The countertenor's expression changed to that of worry and curiosity- what was going on? "I've been pulling some strings, and I'm going to be taking an extra class- well, I'll be taking a couple extra classes."

"Blaine, your grades are impeccable. You don't need tutoring. Please, just stay with me..."

"No, it's going to be worth it. Please sacrifice these few weeks for me, for us." Kurt still didn't know where Blaine was going, "...so that we have all of forever to worry about with each other." 

That was so touching. If Blaine was aiming to make Kurt cry even more than he already was, then mission accomplished.

"There's something else," Kurt began, "I sense that there's a huge message I'm not getting yet..." His jaw dropped, "...are you proposing? Oh no... please tell me you're not! It's not that I don't want to marry you, I do- and I want to- someday- down the line, but I don't think we're at that part of- and we didn't even graduate yet and I haven't even called a caterer, or a fashion house and oh god, would it really be the best place you would think of doing this at? In front of my very ACCOMODATING toilet?"

Blaine couldn't help but blush, while he saw Kurt ramble in that adorable way his other half seemed to over analyze things, "No offense to your toilet, but no." He took that cold, shaking hand, "I'm taking a couple extra classes so I get all my credits done...and graduate WITH you this year."

"OH MY G-you're perfect. You're perfect to me. I love you so much... thank you for doing all of this. I promise to help you study in any way I can."

"Wes and David and some of the guys volunteered, actually." Blaine's gave his boyfriend a knowing look, "...because you remember what happens if it's just us 'studying' together... nothing ever gets done."

"I think plenty gets done, actually." Batt of the eyelashes, biting of the lip.

"Well, well, well... how about you and me get out of this bathroom and get some of that homework done, okay?"

"Let me just brush my teeth and clean up a bit. I think you need to pop quiz me, orally...please. I don't want to fail."

sigh still five more months til I’m legal. EXACTLY ACTUALLY

:P

When you're legal, hit me up. ;)

Even though, we're always off doing other things... whether it be writing on hot, steamy, smutty tumblr RPs, anime/manga/korean boy band fangirling, or stuck at home doing physics homework in the midst of monologue memorizing, I love you both so freaking much.

Let's give a toast to the RP where we all met- and where a friendship has lingered on since.

CJ - my smutqueen mistress, you are one of the sweetest and most beautiful souled people I've ever known. People may think you're fragile, but you're stronger than you think. No matter how much shit you get thrown at you- you manage to get over it and come back stronger ten fold. Even though you may feel like the word is falling around you... know that I will always be there to help you pick up the pieces, honeydoll. You have all these ideas in your head that I admire and am awed by everytime we speak.

Kurt - Tylore loves the fuck out of you, KHum to her TCam. Collin still hates your guts. Unless it's AU! where Kurllin is existene and Blam happens. I can never look at that piano in the choir room the same ever again.

Layne - Tylore loves her, and promises to take good care of her. And will be the sense of humor, a blinding light in the darkness. Collin thinks that Layne is too badass and smart for her own good. Hacking his Blackberry, predicting what he's thinking, and setting him in his place when he's been bad? That's love right there.

Schuyler - Ty doesn't know him very well, but always assumes the best in people. Collin likes his smoking buddy and misses him. And doesn't like it when Schuy is creeping while he gets his mack on with Blaine snooping in his business.

Kee - Last, but definitely not least. My gorgeous, intelligent, and mind-blowing wife. I am fully committed to you, and will never stray. Fuck time. Let's renew our vows over and over again. I want to tell you how much I appreciate you. You've been my shoulder to cry on many times, and my psychologist and vice for when I need some sex and my sunshine when the clouds are gray. I fully embrace your tendency to slip in words from Korean/Japanese cultures and the obsession you have with your treasured boy bands of whom I can't translate lyrics for my life. I mean it when I say that I love you, honeybearsugartwinkledrop. I. Love. You. Mahal Kita.

Blaine - Tyley Wiley loves her Blainey Wainey. That Lovegame fantasy meet up at Breadstix had been one of the most fun threads evar. And Collin wearing bejeweled shirts and leather pants? I approve. Okay- and I'm kind of tearing up now that I'm supposed to write how Collin is feeling now that a whole year has passed since they met. (Well, almost. Made Collin on the 3rd, so. But STILL.) Wow. I remember when we would stay up until the early hours of morning just to talk and plot and laugh. It had been quite a while since I've been impacted by such a character, such a pair of characters so much. Although Collin's kinda been wiped off the surface of my dashboard, and Blaine's probably fooling around with Kurt or Jesse whathaveyou, Collin wants Blaine to know that they'll be best buds no matter what. That is actually is one of those guys who will love Blaine enough to let him be happy with other people- but would selfishly proclaim that he's rather have him all ti himself. ohshiti'mactuallycrying. This pairing... never fails to tug at my heartstrings and make me feel personally again and again, that rush of adrenaline to feel what it's like to have a love that's pure, and ends ultimately in frayed strings of tragedy, regret, and having to accept truths of yourself even though the public may not like it. Collin and I send our love to wherever you are, or choose to be. Even though we still talk (although not as much as we used to), we still miss you completely. 

May you have a year full of delicious food (because you always eat, woman), blessings (I forgot religion you are, screw me.), and ultimately all the joy in the fucking world. 

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